Friday, March 11, 2011

more Carsonisms

Carson: "Mom, when am I going to grow up? It's taking forever!"


Carson: "Me and Wyatt are going to be on T.V. when we grow up."
Me: "Really? How?"
Carson: "Wyatt's going to be a football guy coach and you know that race car show Daddy watches [Nascar]? Well, I'm going to drive the race car on there."


Carson: "Mom, you're pretty."
Me: "Thank you, Carson."
Carson: "I mean, your kind of pretty and your also kind of ugly, but you're more pretty than ugly."
Me: [SIGH.] "Thanks, Bud."
Hope Sig1

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Won't you be my valentine?, Part 1

Every morning on V-Day, I make a sinful, scrumptious breakfast. Last year it was chocolate crepes. This year, it was...

Strawberry French Toast made with Chunky Cinnamon Bread!

The kids also got a small bag of treats,
like stickers, red & pink jelly bellies, socks, chocolate chapstick, etc.
I can't talk V-Day without sharing a couple new pictures of my
most recent valentine, Ms. Ruby Roo.
She is getting big! She's 2 1/2 pounds and
full of feistiness! (word?)

Won't you be my valentine?, Part 2

The week leading up to Valentine's, Brett had been in Phoenix for a full week, so needless to say we were both very much looking forward to our special datenight. We always celebrate V-Day early, since we hate the crowds on the actual day and our first date was actually on Feb. 5th (eleven years ago!). It was a great opportunity for us to use the Market Street Grill giftcard Santa had left in my Christmas stocking, and perfect timing, too since they were having their Crab Festival (which tasted heavenly, BTW).
While we waited for our meal, I had Brett open his gift. Now, typically we don't exchange V-Day gifts because both of us would prefer a really nice datenight instead, but this year I realized there was something my sweet husband could honestly use after I'd been forced to drive the truck the entire time he was in Arizona. That week happened to have been a cold one, with several chilly snowstorms hitting the Wasatch Front. I could now fully appreciate how lousy it has been for him to hop into a FREEZING truck every morning - one that seems to require driving 4-5 miles before the air hits a notch above arctic!
Here's his gift (first, the "oh-so-crafty
and oh-so-funny-if-I-do-say-so-myself card"):
Ooooooooh! A remote-start kit and key!
Thanks for revving my engine babe - I love you.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

a lunchtime poem to whet your appetite...

'Twas twelve o'clock noon and my tummy was growling,
So barefoot I went to the kitchen a'prowling.
Steamed veggies served hot was my appetite's wish,
Until the skin on my heel felt a yucky, cool SQUISH!
. . .
I quickly looked down, for what could it have been?
But identifying the substance only ruined my zen!
I screamed, like falling down a bottomless pit,
Oh yes, dear reader, it was Ruby's $#%@!

Hope Sig1

"The democracy will cease to exist when you TAKE AWAY from those who are willing to work AND GIVE to those who would not."

Thomas Jefferson